Get in My Zone

作词 : Jakobe k McNeil

作曲 : Jakobe k McNeil

Intro：

(What do you desire? B***h)

Chorus：

Ridin' down, [?] stuck and I'm all alone

I'm checkin' my wallet for inboxes,

man I'm tryna get in my zone

See me flexin' on the gram wit' a lot of guap,

it's not a student loan

She talkin' bout she really love me,

tell that b***h "Get up out my phone"

Three pints yeah I'm on a roll

Got that drank, I'm sippin' it slow

We done f**ked around and spilled the whole pint,

callin' [?] like "I need some more"

New Glock, it's ready to load

He [?], mixed that with a .4

On some real shit, smokin' gas,

coolin' in a muthaf**kin' Louis robe

These nig**as can't touch my rank

I'm a rich ni**a breakin' the bank

Too high, I'm smokin' on dank

Sippin' on wock, yeah that purple rain

Walk in the mall and then be goin' insane

They thinkin' I'm broke, tryna touch my chain

I'm still the same ni**a from the [?]

Got some money, b***h I'll never change

Verse：

I'm like "what it do, I'm tryna go home with you"

Twenty floors, I know she love the view

[?] countin' my blues

New Glocks, them hoes be [?]

If he play, put him on the news

At his top, he losin' his screws

You takin' my soul, baby don't let go

Bentley Bentayga, yeah that's how we ridin' coolin' with the [?] folks

Needed the double cup, go to the store

Pourin' syrup, love how it float

Can't even lie, lil Kayb a goat

These ni**as be p***y, lil b***h you a hoe

Matte black, we up in a Benz

New money, I got the same friends

Cartier frames, know you see the lens

Don't get me wrong, my bi**hes all tens

Hopin' the Lord forgive me for my sins

I was f***in' on my bitch bestfriend,

found out those bi***es was twins

Hop on the flight, kick in the night, my diamonds gon' bite

Told her "Shake it all night"

I'm givin' her pipe, doin' it right

[Chorus]

Ridin' down, [?] stuck and I'm all alone

I'm checkin' my wallet for inboxes,

man I'm tryna get in my zone

See me flexin' on the gram wit' a lot of guap,

it's not a student loan

She talkin' bout she really love me,

tell that b***h "Get up out my phone"

Three pints yeah I'm on a roll

Got that drank, I'm sippin' it slow

We done f**ked around and spilled the whole pint,

callin' [?] like "I need some more"

New Glock, it's ready to load

He [?], mixed that with a .4

On some real shit, smokin' gas,

coolin' in a muthaf**kin' Louis robe

These nig**as can't touch my rank

I'm a rich ni**a breakin' the bank

Too high, I'm smokin' on dank

Sippin' on wock, yeah that purple rain

Walk in the mall and then be goin' insane

They thinkin' I'm broke, tryna touch my chain

I'm still the same ni**a from the [?]

Got some money, b***h I'll never change